
Kiss me, As if tomorrow isn’t coming, I demand you, To love me as though I could break tonight, But the trembles I can’t hide from your site, Put me in the shackles, I give you full control, Let the pain dance and the demons evolve, Embrace my scars and see me, For all that I can be, Your glasses are shaded is you cannot see, An enchantress stuck on the tune, Of a funeral symphony.